As time went by, a large number of drones entered the forest and surrounded the forest area around the castle, forming a circle.
One camera after another is aimed at the castle, taking pictures 24 hours a day.
Kemon wandered in the forest and found the place where the centaur was cremated.
The site had been cleared, leaving only the dry soil from the cremation and the dried blood on the lawn.
The director-general returned to preside over the post-war work in Koi City to avoid another raid by the sect.
Kemen squatted on the ground and touched the cremated soil with his hands. His fingertips were slightly cold, and he vaguely felt the past scene of a madman being cremated.
During the process of the madman being cremated, something was about to emerge from his body, but his body was too weak to support the birth of that power, and he was eventually burned to death by the flames.
This illusion of a past picture continues to burn, burning for ten seconds before disappearing without a trace.
Luo Yuan followed beside him and squatted down to touch the dry soil. After sensing it for a few minutes, he saw the scene of flames flashing away.
"What did you see?" Ke Meng's voice sounded in Luo Yuan's ears.
"It seems that someone was burned to death. Well, it should be a centaur. A crazy centaur. I don't know why the centaurs burned it. Maybe it was an internal fight?" Luo Yuan pondered.
Luo Yuan looked up and saw Ke Meng touching the dried blood on the grass. His expression was extremely focused, as if there was some kind of secret in the blood, and he had been feeling the same for several minutes.
Luo Yuan stood up and followed Ke Meng to investigate. He touched the black blood clots of the black blood grass with his fingertips, amplifying his senses and accepting the hidden information contained in the environment.
"Be careful, the illusion in this blood is not an ordinary illusion, it has the power of a curse." Kemeng patted Luo Yuan on the shoulder, interrupting Luo Yuan's synesthesia.
Synesthesia requires a stable state. Ke Meng slapped Luo Yuan's state with his palm. Luo Yuan also came back to his senses and thanked: "Thank you, I did feel that there was danger just now."
Just now Luo Yuan tried to sense the secrets contained in his blood, but before he could find inspiration, his spirituality felt a slight sense of crisis.
Luo Yuan was very familiar with this feeling. Any information left by a hidden existence would be accompanied by opportunities and death risks.
Kemon walked around this black blood lawn, which was exactly where the centaur died suddenly in his dream.
There wasn't much blood, it was black blood flowing out of the centaur's eyes, which contained hints of the dream of the evil god Cthulhu.
For investigators, this is equivalent to poison. Once you dream of that terrible dream, there is a high probability of sudden death.
There is also a very low probability of transforming into a monster.
It was also when Kemen saw the past vision of the centaur being cremated that he realized that it had tried to alienate its body temporarily, but its body was too weak, and the content of Cthulhu knowledge it contained was not enough to alienate the body, and it was eventually burned. die.
If the alienation of the centaur is successful, what will it become?
Kemen already had the answer in his heart.
Because he had seen alienated believers in the game world, and even hundreds of donkeys couldn't pull back their crazy thoughts.
Kemen doesn't like this kind of believer who throws away his reason. Whenever he encounters such a completely insane believer, he will hold a sacrificial ceremony, take the sacrifice or not, and then clean up the door himself.
There are also many rationalists among Kemen's followers. They maintain the last string of rationality, longing for faith while maintaining the last bottom line of personality.
Thinking of this, Kemeng looked at the dried blood lawn on the ground and had to find a reason to be cremated.
No, cremation is not clean enough and will still leave opportunities for synesthesia.
He needs a tool to destroy traces.
"This kind of blood is very dangerous. How will the bureau deal with this kind of blood?" Kemeng asked.
"Usually it's purified. After all, we don't need to use this kind of thing to become stronger." Luo Yuan replied.
"Then let the people from the bureau come over and purify it." Kemeng said.
"That's not necessary. We can also do the purification work."
Luo Yuan said, taking out the purification props from the storage props.
But just as he took it out, Luo Yuan suddenly remembered that there was something more suitable for purification than him.
"By the way, your big-faced cat purifies things cleaner than mine. Does it eat grass?" Luo Yuan asked, and after finishing speaking, he realized that he had asked nonsense.
When it comes to purification, the big-faced cat cannot digest any meat, and its digestion ability is excellent, but it does not eat non-meat food.
Some people suspect that even the body of a god would be digested if put into the mouth of a big-faced cat.
Of course, this skeptical conclusion was blindly analyzed by viewers of the video barrage, and there is no evidence that the big-faced cat can digest such terrifying things.
Kemen looked at the grass. Do cats eat grass?
Apparently, cats don’t eat grass.
Abnormal breeds of cats may eat grass, but Kemon's big-faced cat only eats meat, not grass.
"It doesn't eat grass, but blood is part of the meat. I think we can try it." Kemon said.
Kemeng once fed pork to a big-faced cat, and the big-faced cat digested it without any hesitation.
Before summoning the big-faced cat, Kemen looked around and asked Tangyuan and Shirley to patrol nearby.
After confirming that no one was around, he used the intercom to ask the drone to avoid this area.
Ten seconds later, Kemeng pulled up all the grass, and then asked Tangyuan to hold the grass with dog hair and stuff it into the big-faced cat's mouth.
The big-faced cat looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a dull look on its face.
The bloody hay entered the big-faced cat's mouth, getting deeper and deeper, as if the bottom could not be seen.
After the roots and leaves of the grass had not entered the big-faced cat's mouth, Tang Yuan pulled the grass out.
The dried blood on the hay has disappeared, leaving no traces and is very clean.
"Team Ke, I think any meat or blood that is difficult to process in the future can be brought to you for purification. What do you think?" Luo Yuan said excitedly. This whimsical processing idea is great.
Efficient and clean, no cat in the world has a digestive capacity as good as the mouth of a big-faced cat.
After Kemeng saw that the big-faced cat had digested it effectively, he asked the glutinous rice balls to be cooked in the same way and repeated the process.
The glutinous rice balls were speechless, stuffing one after another into the big-faced cat's mouth, and then pulling the grass out.
Most of these withered spirits have been lost, and there is no such strong mental interference. However, using them as synaesthesia materials can still perceive the terrible dream, so Kemeng must deal with it.
After all the dried blood hay was processed, Kemeng looked at the sand on the ground.
No doubt the sand was also seeped with blood and it needed to be dealt with as well.
Luo Yuan watched the big-faced cat perform the food elimination technique with great interest and asked, "Would you like me to make a video? I think it's good material."
The big-faced cat recorded in the video will not have the ability to gain knowledge by watching it for fifteen seconds. In addition, outsiders do not know what the big-faced cat's true ability is, so the video can be recorded safely.
"It's okay, you can put it in the video material in the garbage disposal bin." Kemeng thought for a while and nodded. If you can use some resistance points, just use them. Don't be afraid of trouble.
As time goes by, his resistance points will exceed 10,000 points sooner or later.
